The severed finger, wrapped in flames, remained unburnt. Instead, a wisp of blue smoke rose gently and drifted towards the west.
"It seems that's where the armored zombie was first buried." Ge Dongxu muttered to himself as he was already soaring through the air, heading westward, still holding the ball of flames in his hand.
As Ge Dongxu leaped through the sky from time to time, the direction of the wisp of blue smoke changed occasionally.
About ten minutes later, although the bright red sun still hung in the sky and sunlight patchily filtered through leaves to the ground, Ge Dongxu felt no heat from the summer sun. On the contrary, he felt a bone-chilling coldness creeping in.
"It should be just ahead." Ge Dongxu's pupils contracted slightly, and in an instant, he had covered more than ten meters and arrived in front of a cave.
The cave wasn't large, measuring only about two meters in height and one meter in width. The bone-chilling coldness was emanating from this cave.
